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I'm not sure what woke me the next morning. At first I was ready to blame it on Dwayne's snoring ... except that it was Karen that was making those noises, and they weren't loud enough to really be called snoring. But there was an unsettling creaking sound coming from somewhere inside the cabin. Still, I hadn't really heard it until I'd started to wake up.
Thump ... thump ... thump ... thump.
I'd heard that noise before, but it took my foggy brain a while to identify it. I lifted my head just enough to have a good look around the cabin.
"Sorry, Son," Dad apologized. "Didn't mean to wake you. Gotta go!" he declared, then headed quickly towards the bathroom.
The door closed before I could process what my eyes had seen. Dad sported a hefty morning wood, and I'd heard it slapping against every rung of that same damned ladder that was a bane to me too. I couldn't help but break into gales of laughter at his predicament. But I had the same bladder problem he did, although I was thankful that I didn't have to contend with that sadistic ladder that morning.
Rolling out of the foldout sofa bed carefully so as not to wake Tanya, I quickly surveyed the room only to find both Dwayne and Karen still asleep in our parent's bed and her snuggled tightly against her once-again boyfriend. The madness of the previous night all came back and I had to shake my head at our stupidity.
Well, maybe stupidity was a little strong. After all, I'd gotten the chance to make love to Karen, and while it may not have been the most ideal situation, what I remembered most was how wonderful it felt to be with her, inside her, holding her in my arms, and feeling her gorgeous body enveloping me. Just thinking about it would have gotten me aroused ... except for that damned morning hard-on I already had.
I spotted Mom curled up on Karen's bunk, laying on her side with legs pulled up into a pseudo-foetal position and the soft pink lips of her pussy staring right back at me. She'd shaved her pubic patch before they'd gone out the previous evening and her exposed sex looked lusciously beautiful. If I hadn't been hard already, that sight would have corrected the situation. Only the flushing of the toilet brought me back from the land of daydreams before Dad opened the door.
"All yours, Steve," he offered, now quite aware that I was hard and he wasn't.
"Thanks, Dad. You up for the morning, or going back to bed?"
"If you think I'm going to fight that ladder again, forget it!" he was insistent.
I felt a hearty chuckle in my belly just before it erupted as another laugh. Quickly rushing into the bathroom, I waited until I'd softened enough to relieve myself. Stepping back out afterwards, I found Dad sitting at the small dining table and went over to join him.
"So how was your night?" I tried to get some kind of conversation going.
"Good," he replied just a little too quickly. "Well, maybe 'different' would be a better word. In twenty years, that's the first ... orgy, I guess you'd call it ... that your mother and I have ever been to. We're used to two or three other couples at the most. But eight different women is more than an old guy like me can handle any more. If there was ever a chance of you and Karen having a baby brother or sister, last night might have killed off that possibility. I don't know what the opposite of blue balls is, but whatever you call it, I've got them!"
"Trashed testicles, maybe?" I chuckled.
"Close enough for me," he conceded. "So. How did your night go?"
"Good ... I think. We ran into a small problem over Dwayne, and it took a bit to resolve it. By the time we did, I think I had the same thing you've got now."
"Problem? What sort of problem?" Dad's concern came out.
I suggested that we go out onto the porch so we wouldn't wake the others, then went through the entire scenario with him. To his credit, he listened without one single interruption, letting me get everything off my chest all at once. I even explained Tanya's solution, and how Karen and I had made love as a result. But I could see concern on his face from that news, too.
"Is your sister alright? She didn't do anything because she felt pressured, did she?"
"No, Dad, there was no coercion. Karen wanted to make love with me anyway, and I think she's glad we did. The experience brought us as close to each other as we've ever been."
"Should I ask what happened in the end?" he enquired.
"Umm, if this is going to be one of those philosophical discussions, how about we go down to the dining hall and see if there's any coffee left?" I suggested. "I think I could use a cup or two ... or maybe three."
We walked down to the kitchen, grabbed a cup each, then resumed where I'd left off. Dad was concerned about our swapping lovers, and how that had affected the way we felt now. I couldn't speak for the other three so only gave my points of view. As we talked, Tanya showed up, looking like she was still half asleep, although she'd taken the time to brush out her hair and wash her face.
"Morning, Mr Hellman. Morning, Baby," she greeted us, still with fuzzy eyeballs.
"Morning, Princess," I returned her greeting, then reached up and pulled her to my hungry lips. "Sleep good?"
"Umm, like a log," she answered once we'd broken our kiss. "Think your parents would let me sleep in your bed until we go home?" she teased. I wasn't sure if that comment was for my benefit or my Dad's. That grin on his face didn't make deciding any easier, either.
"Why not ask him? He's the Boss around our place," I invited her to try.
"Somehow, I doubt Beckie and I would get any sleep for the next two weeks," Dad's humourous tone answered before he was asked. "Brad and Dianne would miss their girl, too. But maybe once or twice when we're out for the night?"
"What happened last night?" Tanya asked Dad as she sat down on the other side of me. "I was going to ask Mom and Dad later, but we still haven't talked about any of that swapping stuff yet. Still, I'm curious about what goes on at one of those parties."
"Maybe I should let your parents tell you," Dad tried to duck the question.
"If it was anything like our night... ", and she quickly turned to me to see if I disapproved of her mentioning the subject.
"He knows, Princess. There aren't usually too many secrets in our family ... and there'll be even fewer after this vacation, I'll bet. I've told Dad how I feel about everything, but I have no idea how you, Dwayne, or Karen feel. I think I have an idea, so if you want to discuss our night, be my guest."
Just to reassure her, I leaned over and kissed her cheek, with my girlfriend leaning into it as she happily received my affections.
"I guess I could, if you really wanted to hear, Mr Hellman," she offered.
"Please. Call me Lennie. 'Mister' sounds a little formal, considering the nature of this place. But I would like to hear how you feel personally, Tanya."
"Well ... I wasn't too sure about trading partners, although I did enjoy what Dwayne and I did together. I was a little leery about Steve and Karen being together at first, I must admit. But it also made me appreciate Steve a lot more when we were together again. Is that the same as you and Mrs. Hellman find when you swap?"
"Yes, in many ways, it is," Dad agreed. "It's the jealousy thing that destroys some people, I guess. It's also something that Beckie and I don't have to worry about, nor do your parents. You see, we've been with each others spouses many times over the twenty-odd years that we've known your Mom and Dad. We know them, and they know us, so there's virtually no friction between anyone. But last night, there were only two women that I know well, and one that I sort of know. The rest were almost strangers off the street. Not a comfortable experience for me, and I don't think for Dianne, either. She spent most of her evening with the same three men; me, your Dad, and Don Preston. Oh, and a couple of times with Bill Haywood, too, I think."
"What about my Dad?" she wanted to know. "Do you think he had a good time?"
"Brad? Yeah, for the most part he did. Mind you, there was a guy by the name of something Madison that kept hanging around your father, and I don't think Brad cared for that at all. The guy almost seemed to be hitting on your Dad, and I know Brad's not into sex with men. Mind you, I'm not going to say that the guy was homosexual, because I have no idea, and no desire to find out either."
"Sounds like Manny's Dad," I offered. "If it was, he's supposedly bisexual from what we've heard."
"Whatever," Dad responded. "I know he was after Beth Preston for a while, but she gave him the brush-off. Didn't see him much after that. Maybe he got the hint and left."
My coffee cup was almost empty, and I really wanted a refill. I asked Tanya if she wanted coffee, then offered Dad a refill. She accepted while he declined. I went over to the coffee urn, and when I returned, Dwayne and Karen had arrived. He looked a little dazed, but my sister was all bright-eyed and cheery, a sharp contrast to her boyfriend.
"Is your mother still sleeping?" Dad enquired of his daughter.
"Last time we looked," Karen replied, "she was snoring like a buzz saw ... with her butt sticking out of the bed. I had to get Hulk out of the cabin before he got too excited."
"Geez, Preston, I didn't know you were an ass man," I teased him.
"It wasn't her ass he was staring at," my sister let us know, her tone not all that friendly. I instantly remembered the sight of our mother's pussy that I'd seen earlier and felt a smirk growing on my face. Dwayne just turned several shades of sunburn red. Even Dad had to chuckle as he realized what Karen had implied.
"Sis, am I hearing jealousy in that voice of yours?" I teased.
"After what I went through last night to get my guy back? You're damned rights I'm feeling jealous!"
"That wasn't what I wanted to have happen," Tanya jumped in. "Shit, Karen, if I made you feel jealous, I'm so very sorry."
"Believe it or not, I didn't feel threatened at all when it was you and Hulk. But when he started staring at Mom, I felt like slugging him. Which leads me to ask if you felt jealous of Steve and me?"
"I was at first, but afterwards? Amazingly, not in the slightest. Mind you, I'm not so sure I'd have been able to go through with it if I'd been with anyone but Dwayne. He's such a sweetheart when it comes to making love, isn't he? Not that I've had a whole lot of experience, but he's as considerate of his partner as Steve is."
"What was it like for you, Lover?" Karen turned to her boyfriend for an opinion.
"Well, considering that I had my head up my ass at first, I wasn't sure about you and your brother for a while there. But once Tanya took control of things, I really enjoyed it. Caught myself comparing the two of you a couple of times, but it's something that can't be done. Tanya's Tanya, and you're you. Each of you is special in your own way. That's the part I want to remember ... and I will remember. Trust me. Making love with two different girls might be a fantasy for most guys, but I've had it happen!"
"Would you ever do it again?" Tanya wanted to know.
"With you and Karen? I could be persuaded. But you two are the only ones I'd want to make love to."
"And Keira" Karen added without hesitation.
"Yeah, okay. And Keira ... maybe. I guess that barrier I've had came down last night, but I'd want to talk to you about it first. Maybe after breakfast?"
"Dwayne, it's almost lunchtime," Dad corrected him, "but talking it out is a good idea. My kids being lovers is hard enough to handle, but they took the time to understand each others feelings about it. Tanya's too, by the sounds of it. That taboo you're mentioning is a real minefield for a lot of people. And speaking of minefields, I'd better get back to the cabin before Beckie plants one outside the front door. But I've enjoyed listening to your reactions. Maybe we can continue this later on?"
With that, Dad stood to leave, then gave Karen a fatherly kiss on the crown of her head. As he walked past her, he gave one to Tanya as well, and me a warm hand on my shoulder. But it was his reaction to Dwayne that got our attention. Dad actually hugged Dwayne's head to his belly affectionately before leaving with a parting comment.
"You make my little girl happy, Son. That means a lot to me ... and to her brother. Just be careful, okay?"
"I will, Mr Hellman. I will," Dwayne gave his oath.
"It's Lennie, Dwayne. We're a little too close for 'Mister'."
"Lennie," Dwayne echoed, before adding, "Thanks, for everything."
"Everything?" Dad seemed confused.
"For understanding about Karen and me, for letting last night happen, and for the way you treat us. It makes me feel like an adult."
"My pleasure, Son." Then he was gone.
"Wow, you're Dad's a hell of a nice guy," Dwayne informed us all. "I can imagine what my father would do if he found Keira and me having sex together. He'd probably rip my nuts off!"
"I'm just wondering what will happen if my Dad ever catches Steve and me having sex," Tanya speculated. "Think he'll be as cool about it as your Dad?" she posed to both Karen and me.
"If they've been hanging around Mom and Dad this long, " I tried to calm her, "your folks will probably be just as easy going. After all this time as close friends, some of that attitude has to rub off."
As we sat and second-guessed our parent's acceptance of our sexual intimacy, Pete and Keira came in for lunch. They grabbed a couple of sandwiches from one of the fridges, poured two glasses of iced tea, then came over to sit with us. I couldn't help but notice that Pete was walking almost gingerly, and Keira had an angry scowl on her face. Whatever had happened, neither one of them were too happy about it.
"You guys survived last night?" Keira tried to initiate some small talk.
"We did, but it looks like you guys had a rough one," I referred to Pete's almost straight-legged stagger. "What the hell happened?"
"I'm gonna kill him, Pussycat!" Pete growled with a red face. At first I thought he meant me.
"Hey, what'd I say that's going to make me dead?" I asked, the panic in my voice all too audible.
"Not you, Steve. Madison," Keira corrected me.
"Manny? What did he do that's got Pete so pissed?"
"That son-of-a-bitch is a walking fuckhead!" Pete hissed. I almost expected to see the veins on his neck jump off his body.
"Still hurts?" Keira asked her boyfriend.
"Hurt? Shit, if I didn't know better, I'd think he ripped me apart! Gawd, just sitting feels like someone shoved a hot poker in me!"
"Sis?" Dwayne looked at his sister with real concern. "What happened? What did Manny do that's got Pete so angry?"
"Not here, Munchkin," she tried to calm her younger brother. "After lunch, meet us down at the lake and I'll fill you in."
"If Madison's down there, the only thing that'll need filling in is his fucking grave!" Pete cursed softly, but that look of his told us that there might be more truth to his declaration than just a release of vehement anger. "Would you mind if we went somewhere where I can lay down, Pussycat? Sitting on these chairs is more than I can take right now."
"Sure, Babe. But if it's that painful, maybe we should get Schneider to look at you. That bastard could have ripped you, and I'd rather be safe than sorry," Keira responded to Pete's request.
"Yeah, maybe I should, but The Doc's gone into town for the day. I called over there this morning, and that's what his wife told me. He won't be back much before suppertime by the sound of it," Pete shared the little information he'd gleaned.
"How about over on the grass by the old kiddie's playground?" Dwayne put in a suggestion. "That's usually pretty quiet and secluded since they built the new one."
"Good idea, Buddy," Pete struggled to give Dwayne a smile. "Brawn and brain, all in one package, huh? How'd you get so lucky, Pussycat?"
"It's a genetic thing, you lunkhead! Come on, let's get you out of here and off to somewhere more comfortable."
"Right behind you, guys," I volunteered, then offered to carry their lunch while Keira helped Pete hobble down to the old playground sight.
They were right about the place being relatively secluded. Where the old equipment had once been, someone had planted gardens of local perennials and shade trees. There seemed to be a long-range plan involved that would make the area the perfect place for anyone wanting to relax with their thoughts.
Keira spread a blanket out, then did what she could to help Pete get off his feet and onto his stomach. Once he was down, she sat beside him cross-legged and her bald pussy lips spread themselves. I couldn't help but look at her gorgeous sex, and was more than a little disconcerted when I saw a trickle of blood running out of her entrance.
"Umm Keira, I hate to sound snoopy or anything," I began to point out what I'd seen, "but is it that time of the month for you?"
"What?!" she exclaimed. "No! Why the hell would you say something like that?!"
"You're bleeding," I told her as softly and quietly as I could.
Keira stared at the trickle of blood oozing out of her entrance, winced, then cursed a blue streak.
"Shit! That cock-sucking motherfucker! I'll rip his cock off and shove it so far up his ass he'll be able to use it for a fucking necktie!" she hollered loud enough to be heard all over camp.
"Not if I get to him first!" Pete pledged. "Let's see, Keira," he asked while manoeuvring around to get a better look. Just that little exertion had him wincing in pain, and I could see him nursing his ass a bit.
"I can't see," Pete told us as he delicately tried to open his girlfriend's inner lips.
"Oww! Easy, Babe! It only stretches so far, you know!" she said loudly.
"Here, let me take a look," Tanya volunteered, then crouched down between Keira's thighs. Pete moved out of the way, but kept his eyes locked on his girlfriend's bleeding pussy. Tanya searched for the source of the blood, although Keira winced and jumped away from her probing fingers on several occasions.
"Karen?" Tanya finally ordered my sister. "Masturbate."
"What?!" my sister shrieked in disbelief.
"Masturbate! Finger yourself. Diddle your twat. Whatever! I need some vaginal lubricant before I can get inside her. She's dry, I'm busy, so you're elected. Now do it!"
This was a take-charge side of my girlfriend that I'd only seen during our time together as a foursome the night before, and it made me feel proud of her. She also seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and I felt myself relax a bit.
Karen tried playing with herself, but found no success in generating her natural juices. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get wet. Her outer labia became an angry red, and I feared that she might hurt herself.
"Forget it, Sis," I gave her my recommendation. "You're going to rub yourself raw doing that. But I think I have an idea. Dwayne, eat her pussy."
"Huh? Are you out of your fucking mind? Out here in the open?" he snapped at me.
"No, I'm dead serious. Tanya needs Karen's juices to do an internal, but she can't make herself wet, so the only alternatives is either you lick her until she gets wet, or I do."
He was a little reluctant at first, but was soon licking and lapping like he hadn't tasted pussy for decades — and it worked. The only two problems we had were getting Dwayne to stop, and my sister becoming really horny as he lathered her clit.
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